Drifting
Mars Bau is a senior with a passion for poetry and short stories. They love to write self-reflective pieces and especially love the work of Olivia Gatwood and Melissa Lozada-Oliva.
At the end of my life I will know no words I will no longer sing I will forget, as I stare at the stars, that I look to the heavens Seeing nothing as I drift into a sea of moons
within my grasp Only the objects I might reach out and touch I will make past obsolete, future meaningless I will breathe empty into the deathbeds of time
my final breath And at the end of my life I will know no words Only the soft sounds of a voice without a face And the clear images of waves rolling through the stars
I intend to remember nothing Names, faces, eyes of a bygone era I will not think of where I’m going I will only know where I am
I suppose I will have regrets I suppose I have always had regrets But I will not remember the feeling or know its name So that nothingness will be my sole keeper until
Everything I am will be pointless Except the white crest of the windowsill that I can see That I will stare at And never try to remember its name
There will be only the things
Text by MARS BAU Art by LEIF THESEN
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